Ms. CRANKY'S HAT, well, one of them

Ms. CRANKY'S HAT, well, one of them

Monday, July 28, 2014

OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN ALL THE WORLD, ETC.


Ms. Cranky is just back from her idyll in the Adirondack Mountains where she goes each year to a writer’s retreat.  She is in a good mood --- so far.  She knew the mountain chain as a young girl and was always happy there and still is though she travels to a different section of the area now.  

It was a wonderful week, Ms. Cranky even did homework, a lot of homework and partied less (oh, well) and came away sad to go but full of good intentions, fervor and even a promise to her friends to get back to writing this column. 

And, then there was AMTRAK out of Albany, a train Ms. Cranky loves as it travels, seems to glide, along the brilliant shining Hudson River.  She was in such a good mood from her week of writing, friends and cookies when, of all the cars on the train and all the seats in the cars, a very young woman behind her  started shouting into her cell phone and crying at the same time, really openly and loudly sobbing.  

Ms. Cranky is very used to cell phone screamers, they are the bane of her existence in an otherwise beloved NYC and all its boroughs but she is not used to cell phone screaming on AMTRAK.  Late Friday afternoons when Ms. Cranky always comes back from camp are usually full of business people trying to impress you with their ‘big important’ phone talks, she hates that too but they do not cry. And on city transportation, cell phone screaming is simply accompanied by lots of swear words.

So, this particular abuse of cell phones in public and abuse of Ms. Cranky’s ears and peace of mind, had a new and very loud wrinkle, so to speak.  Ms. Cranky knew she could move to another car but why should she?  Her luggage was above and some cute guy had helped her get it up there!!!  Whew, and she and her friend were comfortably ensconced in their seats rolling along the glorious river.  

Comfortable, that is, until Ms. Histrionics began right behind her.  Why her, why???  “Of all the gin joints, etc.”  One of Ms. Cranky’s favorite quotes from Casablanca

Her friend tried to calm Ms. C. down and told her to ‘ignore it’ but that’s hard for Ms. Cranky being way too familiar with hysteria and people who work at making things worse than they already are, which is a ‘calling’ for some --- like the convent might be for others.
Ms. Cranky is very allergic to this behavior and can actually break out.  

Hysteria gets the person nowhere and Ms. Cranky feels that she has enough of her own problems so that when people throw theirs out in the world willy nilly, it’s very upsetting.  She has her life and her home and earning a living to worry about, not to mention a cat needing very expensive medicine, the Ukraine, Libya, Iraq and the impeachment of the President --- just to mention a few things.

So, after the fourth go-round of screaming and sobbing, Ms. Cranky walked two cars south, then five cars north, to find the conductor and get ‘rational information’, something the woman probably did not want because usually in cases like this, Ms. Cranky finds that the person wants to be in this place and to ramp it up even more.

The woman did not seem to know the name of the next train station to get off so Ms. Cranky walked through the whole train to get the proper information from the very attractive (either this was a good day for men or Ms. Cranky had been in ‘the woods’ too long) and walked back through the railroad cars to give the sobbing woman the information she probably could have retrieved from her very smart phone in two seconds if she had stopped wailing into it. 

This action on Cranky’s part quieted things somewhat because now there was ‘a solution’ but not for long because usually the upset people do not really want a solution.  They want to be upset and to drag you through the mud with them, if at all possible.

But, then, ahem, the very attractive, conductor Ms. Cranky had talked to came and did all the right things for the young woman.  And they all quietly ventured onward towards New York. 

Ms. Cranky wants to thank all the cute guys on the train (yet another would offer to help her get her bags down!), the sacred Adirondack Mountains and Ms. Cranky’s amazing writing retreat --- brilliant teachers, kind, funny and gifted students, smart helpful staff, great meals and, mostly, freshly baked cookies at each and every lunch. 

And, she thanks all at the retreat who encouraged Ms. Cranky to get writing again and she thanks God for the joy of coming home, no matter the home --- it’s full of flowers, lots of flowers, only one cat but this kitty so rich in love and joy of life makes Ms. Cranky laugh out loud.  She lies beside her desk as she writes this now.  She’s a ‘buddy, a true true bud.

And, so the rituals of daily life begin again, the things that Ms. Cranky loves --- refilling the water bottles, watering the plants (lots of water images --- hmm?). Home, blissful for now, home.  Cut off the yellowed flower leaves and spent blooms, put away things from the luggage, start supper, wash to do in a pile --- begin again, oh, yes, sacred again.

Ms. Cranky, Saturday, July 26th, 2014

Thanks for stopping by, sorry was away for a while, Ms. Cranky would say she was on ‘hiatus’ except that she abhors that over-used word, one of many words she used to love until every movie star on TV mentioned they had been on ‘you know what,’ --- starts with an ‘h,’ ‘venue’ being the last word, Ms. C. turned on, sad to stop loving a word --- it’s not the poor word’s fault!


See soon, have a great week.  Ms.C.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

MS. CRANKY HAD ALWAYS LOVED THANKSGIVING (until every TV show presented recipes for over 6 weeks before the Day --- get a grip people!)


 
Ms. Cranky is so glad Thanksgiving is over this year because she doesn't think she could stand one more turkey and/or turkey stuffing recipe (the turkey isn’t even stuffed anymore anyway!).  Cranky expects to see a glut of recipes on the cooking shows at this time of year but not necessarily for 6 weeks straight and not on every non-cooking show as well. 
Maybe even Al Roker got in on the act.  For all Cranky knows, he put on a white apron and paraded out some old family secret.  Ms. Cranky, by the way, loves Al Roker and does not even know if he did a turkey show act.  But, Cranky still has to wonder ---What is it with all these recipes and why blast them for so long a time period??? 

Is the American public really that dim-witted?  Isn’t making a turkey like universal knowledge?  And, now Cranky fears besides, of course, Christmas recipes galore from every Tom, Dick and Hanna --- a nauseating Valentine’s Day pre-preparation.  She’d better start getting ready for that one --- all that frosting!
A turkey’s a turkey, stuffing’s stuffing --- put in sausage, add an oyster, Cranky doesn’t care --- just stop telling her about it.  Brine the damn poor bird, don’t brine it but just calm down. 

Now, Cranky is really worried in trying to prepare for the onslaught of silly Christmas songs even on her favorite rock stations; they’ve already started and she’s jumping up changing stations and not getting any work done.  It’s enough to make her turn to those weird white things dangling from your ears. 
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Ouiii, but, thanks for stopping by.  It’s always good to visit.  Cranky’d love to know your thoughts on this whole over-wrought recipe hubbub.
Ms. Cranky, Monday after Thanksgiving, December 2, 2013 --- rent due

 

MS. CRANKY GOT SICK ON THANKSGIVING DAY BUT DIDN’T FEEL SORRY FOR HERSELF (well, until pretty late at night!)





 

Cranky woke up quite sick on Thanksgiving Day but is proud to say, she didn’t give into feeling sorry for herself --- err, well, until the very end --- err, pretty late actually.
When Cranky woke up sick on Thanksgiving Day, she knew she had to make a decision --- first she felt too awful to be out and social, and, secondly, she didn’t want to pass on whatever she had to anyone else.  Cranky could hardly talk, strange for her.

Cranky’d been all ready and excited to eat with 14 other people at a holiday gathering she’d been lucky enough to attend for several years (she always hopes to not act too crazy and be thrown off the guest list but, sometimes, she forgets!).  Cranky loves this gathering of spirited people three times a year --- for Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter and it’s but a few blocks away so you can leave and walk the dog!  Cranky doesn’t have a dog but she does walk some and has left the party at times and come back.

And, this particular Thanksgiving, 2013 was a very special one (to not be missed) as one of the dearest members of this group had departed earth last summer, and Cranky wanted to be near everyone at this time and remember him.  It would not be the same without Joe, ever, that’s for sure...

But, Thanksgiving dinner out with friends for Cranky was not to be this year; so, she delivered her contribution to the party, stayed distant from the lovely host at the door as she did so and went home.
Cranky was determined to not feel sorry for herself and she didn’t.  Things happen and she was a lucky person --- the electric bill was down a couple bucks last month, things like that.  And, she got to talk to her brother more that day, something she treasured and a good friend from Chicago called and she was there to take the call and didn’t rush off.  Life worked.  Well, sort of.

Cranky had leftover chili she had cooked earlier in the week.  She couldn’t taste anything anyway even the very hot peppers from the cute guy at the Farmer’s Market.  Still, she had food, a home, and a beautiful soft kitty.
But, when Cranky tried to read her book, her eyes hurt too much to read but, all along, she knew she had, an ‘ace in the hole’ so to speak (C. has no idea what that means!). For, though cheapskate as we all know Ms. Cranky to be, she had actually rented a movie the day before and was really excited to see it.  Usually Ms. Cranky goes to the library for videos but this time she plunked down the money. 

So, after the chili she couldn’t taste, she was going to watch a really good movie.  She was proud of herself for thinking to get it in.  Sometimes she really did take care of herself (no matter what anybody said) and this time she was glad she’d planned ahead and, because the video store was closed on Thanksgiving itself, she had it till 9 the next evening!!!  --- Whew, whew. 
Cranky plugged in the little-used VCR and was proud of herself that she finally knew where all the yellow, red and white wires went. Ms. C. had finally memorized that process rather than the old ‘trial and error’ routine.  She sat down all expectant to watch the movie.  You might remember that there is not much on TV for someone staying home on a holiday unless you are into Muppets specials or intense football.

But, the VCR player though showing brilliantly ready to go on the TV set, wouldn’t open, the little thingy you put the DVD in, just stuck.  Cranky tried this and that and this angle and that clicker and manually too but it was closed up tight with no way to insert the movie disc.  Nothing,  (Ms. Cranky will not go into the implements she eventually tried to open the damn thing with here but it involved nail files, knives and such).
And, besides being very disappointed and now feeling slightly sorry for herself, Ms. Cranky would still be too sick to return the video the next day and, so, would pay an extra and more expensive late fine!

So,  this is how Cranky tried to look at this situation because she had done so well not feeling sorry for missing Thanking with 14 fun people and tons of food and drink.
She really worked at it --- Cranky first tried the ---“Hey, I wasn’t in the Philippines during the storm” routine --- that was a good one, then, “And, I wasn’t in the Rockaways during Hurricane Sandy” (she uses that a lot) and her familiar “I don’t have some horrible disease (that I know of)” routine. 

Ms. C.’s ‘current’ VCR had lasted, at least, for 8 movies, maybe 9, making that an all-time record for the breed.  Cranky got to see one season of Parenthood at her own pace and discovered her newly beloved series Friday Night Lights --- amazing work.  This last VCR, the one now by the door to go out, Cranky even went to ‘a most reputable store’ in Manhattan and bought a product with a ‘name’.  Oh, well, so much for that theory. 
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Enjoy the season; there are so many holidays, so little time. As always, thanks for stopping by.  Be healthy and happy. 
Ms. CRANKY, Monday evening, December 2, 1013 --- rent due.

 

 
 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

IT’S HARD TO BE CRANKY WHEN REMEMBRANCE OF SADNESS IS SO IN YOUR BONES


 

Ms. CRANKY knows she’s supposed to be cranky and complain and be wacky and off-balance, which she is sometimes good at doing but on the anniversary of September 11, 2001, it’s hard to be one’s old self.  So, forgive Ms. Cranky if she, with so many other Americans, remembers. 

The day was incredibly beautiful, ‘incredibly’ --- balmy, not too hot, not too cool, just wonderfully dry and lightly breezy.  The skies were bright blue with, as Ms. Cranky, remembers, not a cloud, or, if so but, a few wisps.  Cranky was, thankfully, working uptown for a few weeks.  Usually she worked downtown at the World Financial Center --- right across from the World Trade Center. 

Cranky had voted early before heading for work so she wouldn’t have to worry about getting to the polls on time after work.  It was a Mayoral election and people really came out.  When Cranky got to the subway station that day, the endless politicians with leaflets accosted her once again and she just laughed and said --- “No more, it’s over, my vote is in --- goodbye.”  Little did she know then that she’d have to vote all over again.

Since the horror that happened shortly after she arrived at her desk at her temp job uptown, Ms. Cranky gets a little superstitious when a day is so beautiful, she thinks a lot of people do --- like, we remember and think ----“ Don’t enjoy it too much, it could turn to great tragedy in seconds.”

But, Cranky thinks maybe she should try and get over that superstition.  Maybe it’s finally time, 12 years later to look at a beautiful day as a beautiful day --- a symbol of hope and newness instead of violence, death and tragedy.  Maybe she should think lovingly again of a balmy day, a pure blue sky, sun and lightness in the air as possibility, newness, life, oh, life --- the most fabulous of gifts.

Thanks for stopping by.  Take care of your good selves.  Ms. Cranky

Ms. CRANKY SENDS HER CONDOLENCES TO ALL STILL HURTING SO FROM THE LOSS OF THAT DAY AND WISHES SHE COULD HUG EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IN PERSON, WHICH SHE NOW DOES OVER THE AIR.

 

September 10, 2013

 

Happy Birthday, Trevor. 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

MS. CRANKY AND THE RAGE OF TV NAMES --- HAVE WE GONE TOO FAR?


 

 
Ms. Cranky has noticed a strange and possibly scary new trend, but, then everyone knows, Ms. Cranky is trendy beyond measure --- just look at her unmatched socks and cool ones at that.

But, this is a TV series trend that makes Ms. Cranky say --- “no wonder the world is in a miserable place” --- look what we’re watching? --- first there was REVENGE, then, DECEPTION, now new ones are popping up all over the place ---- lately promos for the upcoming BETRAYAL, so warm and fuzzy-sounding, and some others they keep pushing before Ms. Cranky can get to her beloved ‘mute’ button, what a great invention --- hooray for the mute button!

What does this say about our society, what does this say about how people view one another, what does this say about war????  Revenge, deception and now betrayal --- it’s sounding worse than the mayoral election!!!  What does this say about us???  And, why are we adding more and more shows with these names?  Aren’t the reality shows bad enough???

Ms. Cranky has some names to add for those producers always wanting to give us better and better TV, please just put the check in the mail --- how about dejection, rejection, discombobulated?  How ‘bout deplorable, unconscionable, innuendo (cranky actually likes that one) or implication or what a wild thought --- how about, decency, honesty, integrity, or just plain old affability.  I know, I know, Cranky is about to sound like a Mayoral candidate but, believe me, she is not and does not want to be.  Noooo way.

 

Ms. Cranky thanks you as always for stopping by.  It’s a pleasure to be read, it would be even better to hear from you, nice things best but,….

Have a wonderful after-Labor Day life.  Ms. Cranky rues the closing of her beloved city outdoor pools and vows to go to the indoor ones (okay, okay) even in the cold and rain, okay, okay, she vows.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


MS. CRANKY GOES ON HER ANNUAL WRITERS’ RETREAT AND OTHER THINGS

 

Ms. Cranky came home from her wonderful Adirondack Mountain yearly writer’s retreat, sort-of vacation to find that 12-14 of her roses had bloomed in that one week while she was away, then, died.  But, there were three new ones waiting to greet her, all new fresh pink with pale yellow centers.  She felt bad missing so many blooms while she was in the ‘North Country’ and seeing them all now pale and hanging their heads but, hopefully, there would be one or two other bloomings before winter came, and, sometimes, even during winter --- rose against the snow is a wondrous thing to see.

Ms. Cranky hopes the community enjoyed them as it is a community garden and her rose bush sits right in the middle of it, by the wrought iron fence and behind very purple morning glories.

Ms. Cranky so loves the Adirondack Mountains, the scene of her youthful summers, those in another section of the great mountain chain, and now it’s her 11th year at a writer’s conference with women she’s grown to love and brilliant teachers, those too she loves.  But, it is very strange to be in that area, it feels really scary actually, with all that greenery, high up in altitude and right on a lake, living in the midst of a usually cool forest, and to have the heat and humidity not that much different from the sweltering city she had left.  It feels so atypical especially up there where when she was a child, you prayed for the sun to come out and warm up the very chilly water and brought all your sweatshirts but no more, no more

Sadly, Ms. Cranky on the train on the way home, read an article from a commentator in an Oneonta newspaper, about the carbon dioxide levels being the highest ever and how they cannot be reversed and how if people keep using huge vans or whatever they’re called and fossil fuels, the levels will keep increasing ruining our climate forever.  Is Ms. Cranky in the minority worrying about this??? She wonders. She always wants to scream when people complain about the heat --- ‘then, why don’t you get a smaller car???  You’re doing it to yourself and all the rest of the world,’ the grand old USA always the leader, leading, sadly in this case, the pack in big cars and carbon dioxide pollution. 

Come on people --- stop having cute little babies you love if you’re going to give them this environment, think ahead (Ms. Cranky just cannot say the phrase ‘think outside the box,’ it’s a bit too over-used for her and everyone probably knows Ms. Cranky is a reverse or perverse snob and loves words and does not especially like anything ‘trendy’ unless it’s cupcakes though she’d almost always rather have a good old very crunchy cookie.)

And, speaking about cookies, Ms. Cranky had such a lovely week at her writer’s conference-sort-of-vacation with but a few, very few, kinks.  Not kinky, mind you, kinks --- get a grip!

Those kinks being, when someone complained about a class or the wonderful food the staff cooks up and presents to them all so lovingly or, if people started talking and blocked Ms. Cranky from getting to the coffee pot in the morning --- never doooo that.  Or, worse, much worse, if someone stood too long blocking the daily tray of homemade cookies (!), then Ms. Cranky reverted to her impatient sighing NY self.  Ms. Cranky’s motto is --- “Never get in the way of me and a good cookie!” 

But, those are minor problems in 7 days, minor though she does wonder if some people would complain about anything?  It seems so.  But, all was pretty fabulous, in fact, very fabulous, and on the last night, Ms. Cranky got so carried away thanking God for this blessed place that she knelt down on the beach by the lake in worship.  She thanked God over and over and woke the next morning with even more bug bites.

 

But, after a lovely ride down from the mountains with her wonderful friend and teacher, Pam,  Cranky got on a crowded Amtrak train in Albany and was happily drinking her water and torturing herself with the NY Times SATURDAY crossword (Saturday being a suicidal, at least thinking, crossword day).  Another fabulous woman  at camp bought it for her as she well knows Ms. Cranky to be too cheap (ah, err, frugal) to buy the NY Times in NY and much more so in a place where it is even more expensive.  So, Ms. Cranky was all settled in on the gorgeous Hudson side of the train when this woman across the aisle and two seats back started on her cell phone and her voice went directly into Ms. Cranky’s delicate ears, now used only to the sound of loons on the lake and the glorious sounds of laughter and singing by her friends. The voice was not only loud but complaining, complaining in a horrid nasal voice, a voice you wouldn’t enjoy hearing say nice things.  Ms. Cranky looked back and glared several times but the woman paid no attention, she was very focused on her complaining.  Ms. C. also noticed that though the train was crowded, this woman felt she could lay all her belongings on the seat beside her so that no one could sit down, but, then who would want to sit next to this less than uplifting conversationalist?

This went on for some time, and readers you’ll be proud to know, Ms. Cranky finally turned around and actually, she still can’t believe she did this, said “excuse me, excuse me,” --- and after several times, the woman looked up from her nasal complaints and Ms. Cranky asked --- “Could you please lower your voice?”Yey, yey --- usually Ms. Cranky can’t get up the nerve. 

The woman slightly, very slightly lowered her voice but not enough so Ms. Cranky went and sat in the ‘club car’ where there was no club, the food and drink bar was sadly closed.  She sat on the very edge of a seat of a booth where two nice men were sitting with a lovely looking bottle of red wine between them.  They even offered her some but she refused --- shock, Ms. Cranky!  What happened to you in those mountains??? She still wonders what kind of wine it was but did not feel right asking the guys to turn the bottle around so Cranky could read the label.  When the men found out why she came back to the last car, they said “Yeah, but we’re talking, won’t that bother you?” to which she replied “but you don’t sound whiny and nasal both” and so she went back to the pleasure-pain of the Saturday puzzle.

Ms. C. even fantasized about saying to the loud woman with all her things covering the seat --- “I would never think of throwing my personal conversation on you.”  She thought about it a lot but, in the end, she let it go and/or she lost her nerve.  And she wanted badly to get to her somewhat beloved home and to her truly beloved and very hot cat.

Thanks for stopping by.  Ms. Cranky prays you’re getting through this weather safely and remember that you simply can’t do all the heavy lifting and such that you might feel you want to do and she prays for our world and hopes that people see the light and vow to give up the luxuries that are hurting us all, including those who own them.  Just because you sit in a centrally air-conditioned home now, doesn’t mean that that can’t just go off --- like the electric, then what???  People would die or, at least, get very sick.

 

Love to everybody, this is Ms. Cranky’s favorite time of year so it’s hard for her to feel compromised in movement. And, she’s into heavy lifting as you might imagine.

And, if you ever have a chance to travel to the beautiful, un-ruined Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York --- run don’t walk! Take a bus, hop a train, rent a car or some people might have one!

Best to all.

Ms. Cranky

 

July 22, 2013, Monday

 

 

MS. CRANKY GOES ON HER ANNUAL WRITERS’ RETREAT AND OTHER THINGS

 

Ms. Cranky came home from her wonderful Adirondack Mountain yearly writer’s retreat, sort-of vacation to find that 12-14 of her roses had bloomed in that one week while she was away, then, died.  But, there were three new ones waiting to greet her, all new fresh pink with pale yellow centers.  She felt bad missing so many blooms while she was in the ‘North Country’ and seeing them all now pale and hanging their heads but, hopefully, there would be one or two other bloomings before winter came, and, sometimes, even during winter --- rose against the snow is a wondrous thing to see.

Ms. Cranky hopes the community enjoyed them as it is a community garden and her rose bush sits right in the middle of it, by the wrought iron fence and behind very purple morning glories.

Ms. Cranky so loves the Adirondack Mountains, the scene of her youthful summers, those in another section of the great mountain chain, and now it’s her 11th year at a writer’s conference with women she’s grown to love and brilliant teachers, those too she loves.  But, it is very strange to be in that area, it feels really scary actually, with all that greenery, high up in altitude and right on a lake, living in the midst of a usually cool forest, and to have the heat and humidity not that much different from the sweltering city she had left.  It feels so atypical especially up there where when she was a child, you prayed for the sun to come out and warm up the very chilly water and brought all your sweatshirts but no more, no more

Sadly, Ms. Cranky on the train on the way home, read an article from a commentator in an Oneonta newspaper, about the carbon dioxide levels being the highest ever and how they cannot be reversed and how if people keep using huge vans or whatever they’re called and fossil fuels, the levels will keep increasing ruining our climate forever.  Is Ms. Cranky in the minority worrying about this??? She wonders. She always wants to scream when people complain about the heat --- ‘then, why don’t you get a smaller car???  You’re doing it to yourself and all the rest of the world,’ the grand old USA always the leader, leading, sadly in this case, the pack in big cars and carbon dioxide pollution. 

Come on people --- stop having cute little babies you love if you’re going to give them this environment, think ahead (Ms. Cranky just cannot say the phrase ‘think outside the box,’ it’s a bit too over-used for her and everyone probably knows Ms. Cranky is a reverse or perverse snob and loves words and does not especially like anything ‘trendy’ unless it’s cupcakes though she’d almost always rather have a good old very crunchy cookie.)

And, speaking about cookies, Ms. Cranky had such a lovely week at her writer’s conference-sort-of-vacation with but a few, very few, kinks.  Not kinky, mind you, kinks --- get a grip!

Those kinks being, when someone complained about a class or the wonderful food the staff cooks up and presents to them all so lovingly or, if people started talking and blocked Ms. Cranky from getting to the coffee pot in the morning --- never doooo that.  Or, worse, much worse, if someone stood too long blocking the daily tray of homemade cookies (!), then Ms. Cranky reverted to her impatient sighing NY self.  Ms. Cranky’s motto is --- “Never get in the way of me and a good cookie!” 

But, those are minor problems in 7 days, minor though she does wonder if some people would complain about anything?  It seems so.  But, all was pretty fabulous, in fact, very fabulous, and on the last night, Ms. Cranky got so carried away thanking God for this blessed place that she knelt down on the beach by the lake in worship.  She thanked God over and over and woke the next morning with even more bug bites.

 

But, after a lovely ride down from the mountains with her wonderful friend and teacher, Pam,  Cranky got on a crowded Amtrak train in Albany and was happily drinking her water and torturing herself with the NY Times SATURDAY crossword (Saturday being a suicidal, at least thinking, crossword day).  Another fabulous woman  at camp bought it for her as she well knows Ms. Cranky to be too cheap (ah, err, frugal) to buy the NY Times in NY and much more so in a place where it is even more expensive.  So, Ms. Cranky was all settled in on the gorgeous Hudson side of the train when this woman across the aisle and two seats back started on her cell phone and her voice went directly into Ms. Cranky’s delicate ears, now used only to the sound of loons on the lake and the glorious sounds of laughter and singing by her friends. The voice was not only loud but complaining, complaining in a horrid nasal voice, a voice you wouldn’t enjoy hearing say nice things.  Ms. Cranky looked back and glared several times but the woman paid no attention, she was very focused on her complaining.  Ms. C. also noticed that though the train was crowded, this woman felt she could lay all her belongings on the seat beside her so that no one could sit down, but, then who would want to sit next to this less than uplifting conversationalist?

This went on for some time, and readers you’ll be proud to know, Ms. Cranky finally turned around and actually, she still can’t believe she did this, said “excuse me, excuse me,” --- and after several times, the woman looked up from her nasal complaints and Ms. Cranky asked --- “Could you please lower your voice?”Yey, yey --- usually Ms. Cranky can’t get up the nerve. 

The woman slightly, very slightly lowered her voice but not enough so Ms. Cranky went and sat in the ‘club car’ where there was no club, the food and drink bar was sadly closed.  She sat on the very edge of a seat of a booth where two nice men were sitting with a lovely looking bottle of red wine between them.  They even offered her some but she refused --- shock, Ms. Cranky!  What happened to you in those mountains??? She still wonders what kind of wine it was but did not feel right asking the guys to turn the bottle around so Cranky could read the label.  When the men found out why she came back to the last car, they said “Yeah, but we’re talking, won’t that bother you?” to which she replied “but you don’t sound whiny and nasal both” and so she went back to the pleasure-pain of the Saturday puzzle.

Ms. C. even fantasized about saying to the loud woman with all her things covering the seat --- “I would never think of throwing my personal conversation on you.”  She thought about it a lot but, in the end, she let it go and/or she lost her nerve.  And she wanted badly to get to her somewhat beloved home and to her truly beloved and very hot cat.

Thanks for stopping by.  Ms. Cranky prays you’re getting through this weather safely and remember that you simply can’t do all the heavy lifting and such that you might feel you want to do and she prays for our world and hopes that people see the light and vow to give up the luxuries that are hurting us all, including those who own them.  Just because you sit in a centrally air-conditioned home now, doesn’t mean that that can’t just go off --- like the electric, then what???  People would die or, at least, get very sick.

 

Love to everybody, this is Ms. Cranky’s favorite time of year so it’s hard for her to feel compromised in movement. And, she’s into heavy lifting as you might imagine.

And, if you ever have a chance to travel to the beautiful, un-ruined Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York --- run don’t walk! Take a bus, hop a train, rent a car or some people might have one!

Best to all.

Ms. Cranky

 

July 22, 2013, Monday